Your Transport views

God I hated my job. I would simply ride my bike around the streets asking if anybody wanted a skip to hire. How boring is that! I hated the job more than anything but I was so desperate for money it was just out of this world. To be fair, there were a few good incentives. If I got enough sales for people to hire out a skip then the company I worked for promised they would get me a practical test and if I passed the practical test given to me they would replace my bike with a new car and I knew for sure that a brand new car was a lot better than a stupid old bike so I knew that all I had to do was get enough sales, pass my practical test given to me and a new would be mine. I always wanted a car which was probably why the company were offering one as an incentive. They knew I wanted a car and would work harder at my job if a new car was going to be my reward. I knew that I wanted the car as soon as. Then I would travel all over the place an pick up any guys I want. I knew a girl who did that. She basically rode around in her car making herself look amazing with the roof cover slid over and her hair looking windswept, with her big sunglasses that covered much of her face, and her full lips pouting, with lots of lip gloss smacked on. Then she would get guys in her car, drive them to her apartment and then the party would begin. I did not like her very much, but I have to admit she did have style. She was good looking and she knew that. She had a good fashion style and good taste in men and she knew how to party. She was living a very glamorous life and I suppose to an extent I was jealous, but once I got my car, I would follow in her large footsteps.